word, son.

I know I swear often, and I should stop using fuckhairballcocksuckershitpietitgalorenasalbangerhole.
the words I want to stop using so often
are actually


and beautiful

Because I use them often, when I don't really mean it.
and I do not want to see the day when I express something I don't mean
and not understand what love and beauty really is.

So I [greatly admire] the paintings of Gustav Klimt because they are [evocative of passion and highly decorative and decadent].

But really, how do you not love something so beautiful?

Gustav Klimt, Porträt der Eugenia (Mäda) Primavesi (1912)

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